Grant’s perspective:

A muted thump taps my ears rapidly, muffled by a nearly deafening ring—

da-dum-da-dum-da-dum-da-dum-da-dum.

The sun glares hard in my eyes as I try to guess the location of the shot while also attempting to keep my head from becoming an easy target. Another zip and chip of bark off a tree only a foot from my head, followed by an resonating cra-cra-crack-ack-ack, tells me I’m not being careful enough.

A sting brazens my ...